The gate of the West Sea Dragon Palace slowly opened in front of me, and the heavy sound was like the sigh of a giant beast waking up, crushing through the dark sea water. The portal carved from a single piece of ten-thousand-year-old cold crystal jade was once the entrance to a magnificent fairyland in my childhood eyes. At this moment, it is more like a slowly opening, bottomless giant mouth, spitting out the cold and stagnant ocean currents. What hits the face is the smell of deep sea silt that cannot be washed away by sea water and has been deposited for countless thousands of years, mixed with an indescribable, almost decadent sweet smell.
I, Ao Lie, or in other words, the newly promoted Eightfold Heavenly Dragon Guangli Bodhisattva, stand outside this familiar yet unfamiliar threshold. The brand new brocade cassock on her body is a gift from Lingshan. The golden threads flow in the dim light of the deep sea, weighing heavily on her shoulders. The radiance of this cassock seemed so abrupt and out of place in this dark sea, like a drop of hot oil falling into the cold water.
"We sincerely welcome the Eight Heavenly Dragons Guangli Bodhisattva to the Dragon Palace of the West Sea!"
